Nora Rhodes was the sort of girl to breeze through life like a hurricane and never bother to look back at the damage she left behind. At least, that's what Jughead Jones had always thought. But she was not a hurricane. She was a fucking tsunami, and Jughead realised he was drowning before he even had a chance to take a breath.

Even with three PhDs, he had a hard time explaining the way her hands on his skin made him feel. He'd read a lot of books on the topic of love, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Of all the places he could've met a girl, it had to be at a mental hospital. "No, no, no... You're not saying it right. Only she says it right."

He was inept at showing emotion, he was ineloquent at the best of times. He had lost too many people in his life and he was unwilling to allow anyone to get under his skin. But she always managed to find a way in. (Levi x OC)

She doesn't care that leaving Whammy's will be dangerous. For a genius, Mello could be quite thick sometimes. Didn't he know that she would follow him all the way down to the depths of hell? If he let her, that is. Mello x OC

She was the only one who could ruin him so irrevocably. His ultimate downfall. (In which there is no such thing as too much leather, and chocolate and cigarettes is always a good combination. A series of ficlets will surely follow.) Mello x OC